One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i have read not even 1 book
bro i read nothing in my life